i'll do whatever it takes to get you out of my head,
fuck i'll cut it off, so what if i'm dead?
just let me sleep, and i'll be fine
it's a catch 22, a two sided blade,
we light a candle just to see the flame fade.
and i wonder does it ever get any easier?
well my dear
a part of you is always with me
keeping me alive.
it's so clear
my heart, my lungs, my disease,
off of you they thrive.
when you are gone i can't breathe
when you are with me i can't see.
it's a catch 22, a two sided blade,
the more we sinned, the more prayed